The Daily News lyrics

by

Vince Staples


[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
My flow is crispy, hundred dollar bills
I tend to not care how n*ggas feel
Say what the f*ck I want, b*tch, I'm ill
Keep it real, I ain't feelin' you n*ggas I'm killin' you n*ggas
Mentally rich before I sign a deal on you n*ggas
I get it crackin', while you n*ggas all rappin' in whack fashion
I'm callin' n*gga's numbers on action, that's Kat Stack-in'
Track hackin', cuttin' slack that can't happen
Any cat easin' up on the plan, ya man scratchin'
I ain't parlaying with these rap n*ggas
I'm in the spot, rollin' pot schemin' plots to get my racks bigger
Any feature, on sight, Doms attack, n*gga
Takin' champagne to the brain like f*ck a bad liver
Play your lane, I'll be speedin' down the runway
n*gga keep it raw like wrestling on Monday
Chest out, not giving a f*ck to what a punk say
I know some hood n*ggas like Ross that's with the gunplay

[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt & Action Bronson]
Stay tuned, six Goonies in a whip
Straight Hoochie only blew me 'cause I'm rich
sh*t, we swerve ships, medicine that burns lips
Earn chips, she only blew me 'cause I'm rich
There he at
Where he at?
There he at
Where he at?
In your city where them n*ggas carry gats (Uh)
Sperry's kicked up, it's a ferry cruise
f*ck around, leave your family on the daily news
[Verse 2: SpaceGhostPurrp]
I be the Don, believe me, making your girl tease me
Pitch-black locs, I dedicate it to Eazy
Pocket full of cheesy, same color Luigi
Dead presidents, the resident is breezy
Funkiest of all, I ball and call shots
In your girl's spot like cars in parking lots
The block stay hot like Floridian weather
Thinking that it's not? Then try dyin' in leather
Better yet, ninja turtle, I'm The Shredder
Attackin' every rapper with my shadow, black reaper
Jeeper Creeper, kidnap you from the cipher
Eliminate competitors, the verbal lyric sniper
Bump kill you, then I kill you too
Thinkin' and drinkin' and tweakin' like Purrp is that dude
Mysterious, I'm killin' the game, so f*ck the fame
Confusing rappers with the mystical maze to make them lame, uh

[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt & Action Bronson]
Stay tuned, six Goonies in a whip
Straight Hoochie only blew me 'cause I'm rich
sh*t, we swerve ships, medicine that burns lips
Earn chips, she only blew me 'cause I'm rich
There he at
Where he at?
There he at
Where he at?
In your city where them n*ggas carry gats (Uh)
Sperry's kicked up, it's a ferry cruise
f*ck around, leave your family on the daily news
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